Rest of the wea­ry, joy of the sad,
Hope of the drea­ry, light of the glad;
Home of the stran­ger, strength to the end,
Refuge from dang­er, Sav­ior and friend!

Pillow where ly­ing, love rests its head,
Peace of the dy­ing, life of the dead:
Path of the low­ly, prize at the end,
Breath of the ho­ly, Sav­ior and friend!

When my feet stum­ble, to Thee I’ll cry,
Crown of the hum­ble, cross of the high;
When my steps wan­der, ov­er me bend
Truer and fond­er, Sav­ior and friend!

Ever con­fess­ing Thee, I will raise
Unto Thee bless­ing, glo­ry and praise:
All my en­dea­vor, world with­out end,
Thine to be ev­er, Sav­ior and friend!